When I first got married, my wife and I lived in a downtown apartment in San Diego. There was a communal balcony and we were having a drink before heading to a friends house for a Fourth of July party, and then this girl and guy came out with some red wine. Apparently they had been up all night partying(it was now 3 P.M.) and hadn't slept yet. They poured out their lives and red wine to us, discussing the passing of fathers, and how they were having sex while the girl had a rich boyfriend she was using for money and he had a small wiener.
We talked for an hour or two and all of a sudden, the guy looks at me and says, "Do you have a knife?" Other than kitchen knives I didn't own anything special so I said know and he insisted on giving me one he had on him. He explained it like it was a really nice and and I was honored to receive it. Later that night, I looked it up online, and I could buy it for 11.99. Not to say it wasn't a nice gesture, but it was pretty crappy. I ended up selling it for 2 dollars at a garage sale before I moved to Oregon.
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